Back in the garage with my bullshit detectorCarbon monoxide making sure it's effectivePeople ringing up making offers for my lifeBut I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We're a garage bandWe come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End
alrightContracts in the offices, groups in the nightMy bummin' slummin' friends have all got new bootsAn' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits

I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doingI don't wanna go to where the rich are goingThey think they're so clever, they think they're so rightBut the truth is only known by guttersnipes

There's twenty-two singers! But one microphoneBack in the garageThere's five guitar players! But one guitarBack in the garageComplaints! Complaints! Wot an old bagBack in the garageAll night

Gates of the West(Strummer/Jones)

I would love to be the lucky one on chillavenueWho could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blueBut with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the nightI'm looking back for home and I can see the lights

I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this
wayFrom Camden town station to 44th and 8thNot many make it this far and many say we're greatBut just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fateCan't you hear the sighingEastside Jimmy and Southside SueBoth say they needed something new

So I'm standing at the gates of the westI burn money at the lights of the signThe city casts a shadow of the perfect crimeI'm standing at the gates of the eastI take my pulse and the pulse of my friendThe city casts a shadow, will I see you again?

The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory
yearsAre clustered around the bar again for another round of beersLittle Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and platesHe's telling the waitress he's great

Ah say i know somewhere back'n'forth in timeOut on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mineOr in a ghetto cellar only yesterdayThere's a move into the future for the USA

I hear them cryingEastside Jimmy and Southside SueBoth said they needed something new

Standing at the gates of the westIn the shadow againI'm standing at the gates of the westIn the shadow again

Ghetto Defendant(The Clash)

CLASH LYRICS

/ ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS

/ DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS/ SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS/ ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE

HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVINGWHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT?/ HOOKED IN METROPOLISSHE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDINGHOW TO RUN FROM IT/ ADDICTS OF METROPOLISONCE FATE HAD A WITNESSAND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS/ GIRLFRIENDSHER BABIES CAN DREAMBUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END/ SHOT INTO ETERNITY/ METHADONE KITTY/ IRON SERENITY

/ STRUNG OUT COMMITTEEWALLED OUT OF THE CITYCLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWNSPRAYED PEST FROM THE NESTRUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN/THE GUARDS ARE ITCHYFORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEASTTHEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHTFLIPPED PIECES OF COIN/ BROKEN BOTTLESEXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT/ GRAFTED IN A JIFFY

/ STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE/ SITTING PRETTY/ GRAPHED IN A JIFFY/ NO PITY, PRETTY

THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETSWAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM/ JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUDBY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREEDFOR DISTURBING THE TOMB/ 1873HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS/ PARIS COMMUNEBURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTSHIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITERAND HE WAS LAID TO REST/ DIED IN MARSEILLE/ BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE/ SHUT UP

SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATERALL CHURN IN THE WAKEON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESSTHE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKEKLAXONS ARE BLARINGTHE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMANDSUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANSWHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS

Groovy Times(Strummer/Jones)

THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UPAN' THE TERRACE IT IS FENCED INSEE-THROUGH SHIELDS ARE WALLED ACROSSTHE WAY THAT YOU CAME INBUT THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED

AS THE LORRIES BRING THE BACON IN'COS THE HOUSEWIVES ARE ALL SINGINGGROOVY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN

THEY DISCOVERED ONE BLACK SATURDAYTHAT MOBS DON'T MARCH THEY RUNSO YOU CAN EXCUSE THE NERVOUS TRIGGERMANJUST THIS ONCE FOR JUMPING THE GUNAS THEY WERE PICKING UP THE DEADOUT OF THE BROKEN GLASSYES IT'S NUMBER ONE, THE RADIO SAIDGROOVY TIMES HAVE COME TO PASS!

GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES

THE INTAKE IS ON THE UPTAKETHE ACCELERATION'S PRETTY GRIMI CAN REMEMBER HIS FIRST APPEARANCENOW LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIMSO THEY PUT HIM IN A DOG SUITLIKE FROM 1964THE KING OF EARLY EVENING TVGROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE

GROOVY TIMES

Guns of
Brixton, The(Paul Simonon)

When they kick at your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun

When the law break inHow you gonna go?Shot down on the pavementOr waiting on death row

You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels goodAnd your life you like it wellBut surely your time will comeAs in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like IvanBorn under the Brixton sunHis game is called survivin'At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercyThey caught him with a gunNo need for the Black MariaGoodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun

You can crush usYou can bruise usYes, even shoot usBut oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavementWaiting in death rowHis game is called survivin'As in heaven as in hell

You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of Brixton

Guns on the Roof(The Clash)

I swear by Almighty GodTo tell the whole truthAnd nothing but the truth

Guns gunsThey torture all the women and childrenThen they've put the men to the gun'Cos across the human frontierFreedom's always on the run

A system built by the sweat of the manyCreates assassins to kill off the fewTake any place and call it a court houseThis is a place where no judge can stand

Sue the lawyers and burn all the papersUnlock the key of the legal papersA jury of a billion facesShouted out condemned out of hand

Guns guns, and nobody's kiddingGuns guns, or foolin' aroundGuns guns, the violence is singingGuns guns, a silence the sound

'N I Iike to be in AfericaA-beatin' on the final drum'N I like to be in U.S.S.R.Makin' sure these things will come'N I like to be in U.S.A.Pretending that the wars are done'N I like to be in EuropaSaying goodbye to everyone

Guns guns there's guns on the roofGuns guns they're made to shoot

Hate and War(Strummer/Jones)

Hate and war - the only things we got today

An' if I close my eyesThey will not go awayYou have to deal with itIt is the currency

Hate...hate...hate...

The hate of a nationA million miles from homeAn' get war from the junkiesWho don't like my form

I'm gonna stay in the cityEven when the house fall downI don't dream of a holidayWhen hate an' war come around

Hate and war...

I have the will to surviveI cheat if I can't winIf someone locks me outI kick my back in

An' if I get aggressionI give it to them two time backEvery day it's just the sameWith hate an' war on my back

Hate and war - I hate all the EnglishHate and war - they're just as bad as wopsHate and war - I hate all the politenessHate and war - I hate all the cops

I wanna walk down any streetLooking like a creepI don't care if I get beat upBy any Kebab Greek

Hateful(Strummer/Jones)

Well, I got a friend who's a manWhat man?The man who keeps me from the lovelyHe gives me what I needWhat you need? What you got?I need it all so badly

CHORUSOh, anything I want he gives it to meAnything I want he gives it, but not for freeIt's hatefulAnd it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

This year I've lost some friendsSome friends? What friends?I dunno, I ain't even noticed

You see, I gotta go out againAgain? My friendI gotta see that mainman

I killed all my nervesMy nerves? What swerves?And I can't drive so steady

I've lost my memoryMy mind? Behind!I can't see so clearly

CHORUS

Hitsville U.K.(The Clash)

They cried the tears, they shed the fearsUp and down the landThey stole guitars or used guitarsSo the tape would understandWithout even the slightest hope of a 1000 salesJust as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K.I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K.

No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K.Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K.The mutants, creeps and musclemenAre shaking like a leafIt blows a hole in the radioWhen it hasnt sounded good all weekA mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K.No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K.Now the boys and girls are not aloneNow the hitsville's hit U.K.

I Fought the Law(Sonny Curtis)

Breakin' rocks in the hot sunI fought the law and the law won (twice)I needed money 'cause I had noneI fought the law and the law won (twice)

I left my baby and it feels so badGuess my race is runShe's the best girl that I ever hadI fought the law and the law wonI fought the law and the

Robbin' people with a six-gunI fought the law and the law won (twice)I lost my girl and I lost my funI fought the law and the law won (twice)

I left my baby and it feels so badGuess my race is runShe's the best girl that I ever hadI fought the law and the law wonI fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won (7 times)I fought the law and the

I'm Not Down(Strummer/Jones)

If it's true that a rich man leads a sad lifeN' that's what they from day to dayThen what do all the poor do with their lives?Have nothing to say on judgment day?

I've been beat up, I've been thrownOut but I'm not down, I'm not downI've been shown up, but I've grown upAnd I'm not down, I'm not down

On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange
streetsWhen my nerves were pumping and IFought my fear in, I did not runI was not done

And I have lived that kind of dayWhen one of your sorrows will go awayIt goes down and down and hit the floorDown and down and down some moreDepressionBut I now there'll be some wayWhen I can swing everything back my wayLike skyscrapers rising upFloor by floor, I'm not giving up

So you rock around and think thatYou're the toughestIn the world, the whole wide worldBut you're streets away from whereIt gets the roughestYou ain't been there

I'm So
Bored With the U.S.A.(Strummer/Jones)

Yankee soldierHe wanna shoot some skagHe met it in CambodiaBut now he can't afford a bag

Yankee dollar talkTo the dictators of the worldIn fact it's giving ordersAn' they can't afford to miss a word

I'm so bored with the U...S...A...But what can I do?

Yankee detectivesAre always on the TV'Cos killers in AmericaWork seven days a week

Never mind the stars and stripesLet's print the Watergate TapesI'll salute the New WaveAnd I hope nobody escapes

I'm so bored with the U...S...A...But what can I do?

Move up StarskyFor the C.I.A.Suck on KojakFor the USA

If Music Could
Talk(The Clash/Dread)

*Left Channel*Make sure!Taking cover in the bunker tonightWaiting for Bo Diddley's headlightsI feel alrightGotta Fender StratosphereI can do anything tonightIt's in neon lights an' global rightsFrank? He's on the phoneThere ain't no German girl outsideBut who cares when its warm inside?With musicSpecial mystery of music tragicallyExchanging slaves for majestiesModern waves of tragedyPacking a to pience colt pair of shootsA shiny grey mexican suitThe blue eyed traffic can sashay by'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit ShanghaiThe kick-out traffic goes creaking byI smash my glass and shout shanghiMy drummer friend comes shooting byHe said Errol Flynn will never dieOh no! Who am I to question why?And are you lonesome tonightAnd do ya need a country cowboyWho's just thin and tight in thoseBrrrr bus depot jeansWith a squirt resistant stud studHey stoner

Get over there in the spliffbunker oneBecos London Bridge was sold somehowBut it was too old anyhowWhen Uncle Sam has broken downWe'll make him down in old JapanSay yeee

Well there ain't no better blendThan Joe Ely and his Texas MenWhere the wind blowsI ain't seen none like that scenery

You can see from a bus if you pay the price

Wave my arms aroundFlag one of those taxi's maybeI saw a girl somewhere somehowForever sticks in my mind somehowI've just got three linesAnd a pair of two'sLike a lucky roll of dice that youYou cast

*Right Channel*If music could talk!Which meansWhatever your mind can bringLikethe apple fell off the treePah! Fell right on his headYeah many years ago

There was a man who saidI am a shamanA voodoo shamanGot in trouble so he's going outMixing up and Haiti! Oh!And the cricketsBuddy Holly said it wasBrrr Brrr yiii!

If music could talk you know

I feel kinda lonelyStanding out on the floorOf Electric Ladyland...Cos this is a good question SamsonAre you partly Arabic?

Chi man! Whatcho all about

I don't want to I can't hope toSay it all in one goOccasionally once or twiceA day I feel alive enough to sayLet's hear what the drummerman'sGot to say aboutHe said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?Sept 12 until OctoberIf they pack 2 pieceColt pair of shootsWe got the shiny grey Mexican suitsI'm just wasting a great bigCorporation and the entire fundThe girders of Wall StreetAnd thetemples of moneyAnd the high priestsOf the expense accountAnd Im wasting the whole thingI come down in Yamaha-haThey make the best pianos-time to step-up

Inoculated City(The Clash)

The soldier boy for his soliders payObeys theeargent at arms whatever he says

The seargent will for his seargent's payObey the general order of the battle play

The generals bow to the governmentObey the charge you must not relent

What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?We are tired of the tuneYou must not relent

At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goesAnother boy from another side

The bulletins that steady come in say thoseFamiliar words at the top of the hour

The jamming city increases its humAnd those terrible words continue to come

Through bras music of government hear thoseGuns tattoo a roll on the drums

No-one mentions the neighboring warNo one knows what they're fighting forWe are tired of the tuneYou must not relent

Ivan Meets G.I.
Joe(The Clash)

So you're on the floor, at 54Think you can last - at the PalaceDoes your body go to the to and fro?But tonight's the night - or didn't you knowThat Ivan meets G.I. Joe

He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bearThe United Nations said it's all fairHe did the radiation - the chemical plagueBut he could not win - with a cossack spin

The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strikeHe tried every move - he tried to hitch hikeHe drilled a hole - like a Russian starHe made every move in his repertoire

When Ivan meet G.I. Joe

Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blowHe turned it on - cool and slowHe tried a payphone call to the PentagonA radar scan - a leviathan

He wiped the Earth - clean as a plateWhat does it take to make a Ruskie break?But the crowd are bored and off they goOver the road to watch China blow!